You can always trust my brother to be ready with cold water to throw on you when you have an idea. The thing is that he is usually right. My point is so what? I think the pessimistic view is right by default most of the time just because people do stupid things, rushing into them headlong. I propose to do stupid things, only with my eyes wide open and with an escape plan. Call it recklessness for intellectuals. (not that I'm intellectual) Pessimism has the effect of preventing success. If you don't try crazy things because you know that 90% of these things are doomed to failure, you lose out on the 10%. And I believe the 10% makes it all worth while. Failure is good!

Is it against the spirit of blogging to correct spelling errors? I would definitely think changing the substance of the post would be against the spirit of blogging but spelling errors? Well, anyway I still haven't decided if this is a diary or an advertisement. Most people use their webpages as an advertisement. This is me! I am cool! Send me fan mail and gifts! I am beginning to think that my page will be a a vague diary - I'll talk about my life but not in enough detail for people who don't know me to know my personal business. The obvious problem is that I am still doing the exact same thing as the first group of people by publishing my vague diary. I am making the assumption that I am so interesting that people will want to know what I am doing every day. That said my life could be on the verge of getting extremely interesting.

An interesting incident took place today. Maybe 30 minutes after dinner, the doorbell rang and a little boy stood at the door saying his father wanted to know about the car for sale out front. Me and my Dad went out front and my Dad repeated his demand for $1500 in exchange for the car. The man promptly countered with an offer of $700 cash. My Dad left saying I should negotiate. This was bad for two reasons :
1. I need the car just a little longer because I need transportation andmy income is just enough now to put less than a quarter tank of gas in it, so buying a replacement with the proceeds is not an option.
2. My Dad's stated desire for $1500, which hadn't, to my knowledge changed at all.
What did I do? I confessed that I'd been driving the P.O.J. (Piece Of Junk, I really wanted to say POS but I am a church kid) and wouldn't sell it for more than $800 but that at the same time my Dad insisted on the $1500 or my hide. The boy and his father very quickly left, but not before the boy inquired what that awful rattling noise was that the car makes when it idles. I walked inside, very pleased with myself. My Dad asked what I told them. I told him that I insisted on $1500, saying I thought that was what he wanted. My Dad replied that it was not what he wanted but what I could manage that mattered. Which, when i am ready to ditch the P.O.J., should be a very helpful thing indeed, since I will be rid of the great $1500 albatross from my neck.

There is nothing more annoying than someone else reading your mail before you do. My life is a litany of annoyances, yet I don't stop living it. Oh, and another thing, I am not really unemployed. I have several jobs or rather semi-contractual arrangements that are less than lucrative. I collect these things, and I'll get another gig next thursday. My aim really is to stay busy without having to wake up everyday and go to work. Remarkably, it looks like I will be successful. I need to go back to school and develop more talents so i can keep doing this. If I could just get a decent car, I'd be set. I feel as if I have something else to say, and yet I can think of nothing. Strange.

Well I've toiled for two days on the layout, but I really should take time out or some other things now. Like work for instance, or finding a job. Yeah, that would be good.

You know the problem with blogging? If you're not getting feedback of some sort you begin to feel that you are talking to yourself. Which, once you realize it, is disturbing and liberating. If no one reads it your blog can become your diary. The problem then becomes that if someone starts reading it they know your secrets and your most urgent desires.They'll know that in the sixth grade you masturbated while thinking of your best friend's mom kissing the dog. That is if you actually did that and felt the need to write about it in your blog/diary.

Ok, I stayed up all night doing the layout. Now I need a color scheme. If I continue with the C++ theme then I would go with a white background with pastel acent colors for the text. You know that actually sounds good. I should do styles sheets for comments (light green), reserve words (light blue), and dark gray for the code. I think I'll do Dark green for the titles.

IOL : Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder

This explains an incident this spring on Padre Island!

I've futzed around with the template some and what I have now is what sourcecode looks like outside of a keyword highlighting text editor. For those of you in the audience (all one of you!) who don't understand the jargon, I am formatting my blog to look like text from a computer program. (Why I need to go to so much effort to explain what I am doing to myself I don't know.) Maybe later this morning or tonight, I'll color the text too.

My name's Idaho, and I am a blogger. Well, at least I am now. Nobody will read this blog, because I am not famous or infamous and no one cares about me as much as I do. I am working on my own custom template right now to spiff up the page, which I can assure you is the most fun I have had all summer. School is out permanently for me, or at least semi-permanently, anyway. All of this means that I am very lonely right now since all my friends are in school, or busy with work, or busy with their new families.

Who is Idahosa Edokpayi? AKA Idaho, Ida, Doctor Do, I-DA-HO? I dunno. I'll get back to you when I figure it out.